No, no, no... you've got it all wrong... you can't act death. The fact of it is nothing to do with seeing it happen — -it's not gasps and blood and f… - Tom Stoppard

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No, no, no... you've got it all wrong... you can't act death. The fact of it is nothing to do with seeing it happen — -it's not gasps and blood and falling about — -that isn't what makes it death. It's just a man failing to reappear, that's all — -now you see him, now you don't, that the only thing that's real: here one minute and gone the next and never coming back — -an exit, unobtrusive and unannounced, a disappearance gathering weight as it goes on, until, finally, it is heavy with death.

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About Tom Stoppard

Sir Tom Stoppard OM CBE FRSL (born Tomáš Straussler; 3 July 1937) is a Czech-born British playwright and screenwriter, knighted in 1997.

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Alternative Names: Sir Tom Stoppard Sir Tom Stoppard OM CBE Tomáš Sträussler
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